Okay, I really need your help. I don't know who is reading this, but please come. I'm locked in a room. This room, it's, strange. I miss my mommy and daddy. I didn't mean to. I promise I didn't. When I woke up that night, I just wanted to see who was knocking on my window. Now I'm here, alone. When he comes to me. He brings a knife. I don't eat when he comes. It's a good thing someone left an iPod under the floor.
I've seen him before you know; it was at my sixth birthday party, only a week ago. My friends came, and we watched my new Barbie movie. I saw him through the window. He was in a car, looking at me.
He came again. Please help me! I'm not alone anymore; my parents are here. Their heads hanging from the ceiling. That man is very bad. He hung them there and no matter where I am in the room, they are looking at me. I'm sorry mommy and daddy, this is all my fault.
The man came again, he said somebody is coming for me. He took out his knife and said, "By the time they get here, it will be too late."
Now he's gone. I'm bleeding a lot. I think he might be right. Please hurry and help me. I... am... starting... to... feel... very... tired...